Weaning

This week Sarah enjoyed her last breastfeed. It was time. She's two and two months. She's started one day a week at preschool. She's done her first wee on the potty. She can say the alphabet and count to 10 and put on her pyjama bottoms.

I feel grateful that she breastfed for so long and we could share that special time together. Its the one time she would melt in my arms and gaze into my eyes and tuck her cold little hand in my soft bosom. She was still my little baby.

I thought it was would be an impossibly heart wrenching fight to wean her. When given the choice of nuggles or chocolate she always chose the former. My morning greeting was not 'hello mummy' it was 'can I have some nuggles?'. I asked her recently what 'nuggles' tastes like and she said 'yummy!'.

So I prayed for widsom and guidance. The next morning she didn't ask for any of the good stuff, and was quite satisfied later when I explained that only little babies have nuggles. Big girls get to eat all sorts of yummy things that babies can't have. The next day Sarah told me that Dane wanted some nuggles because he couldn't have strawberries.


I'm surprised she's taken it so well. A little too well. Where did my little baby go? The sad thing is I can't even remember her last feed because I didn't know at the time it would be the last.

I feel like life is going by too fast. I want to remember all the little moments. I try to take photos and video and write in three journals but it just doesn't cut it. I look at my babies and think 'I want to remember this moment', but there's so many of them I know I can't possibly do it.

Mind you, some moments will stay with me for a while, such as the 'take nappy off and poo in cot right before church' moment. It might even get better with time.

Sometimes I wonder who is being weaned, Sarah or me. I love you my little cherubs. Don't grow up too quickly.